sweeps mixed with little pulls.
“Ooh, god!” My head drops back against the wall as my eyes roll closed. I thread my fingers in his soft, dark hair never wanting him to stop.
My back arches against the textured wallpaper. My entire focus is on his mouth, his tongue, slowly massaging, tasting and teasing me to the very edge. Pressure builds tight, low in my pelvis, then expands, snaking down my legs with every stroke of his tongue.
Another deep kiss, it slides lower, plunging into me.
“Ah, yes!” I cry as he does it once more before returning to my clit. The circles quicken, and my entire lower body explodes in fiery orgasm.
“Oh, Derek! Oh, god!” My hips buck against him. I can’t stop the shuddering in my legs. I’m wailing and shaking and grasping his shoulders as I come.
He strokes me a few more times until I can’t take the sensation anymore, then he gives me a quick kiss, stands, and sweeps me into his arms. I’m in a daze of euphoria as he crosses the small space to his enormous, king-sized bed.
My dress is quickly removed along with my panties, and I push to the center, watching him with hooded eyes as he steps out of his boots while unfastening his belt. Yes, I’m thinking, Oh, yes.
I want him inside me again, stretching me, filling me. His pants are finally off, his navy eyes never leaving mine, but I break away to admire his full erection. So big. Crawling toward him, I grasp his thick shaft, flickering my tongue across the tip before pulling it into my mouth.
“Shit,” he hisses, smoothing my hair off my cheek with a large palm as I suck him.
I lower my head as far as possible, grasping the base and pulling it into my throat. I’m rewarded with a deep groan, and I pull back, looking up at him with a naughty smile. His lips press together in a stern line, and he shakes his head.
“I’m not coming in your mouth.” All at once, he’s got me under my arms, pushing me back on the bed forcefully.
Excitement flashes in my chest. I want him to be rough. I want him to show me his strength. He only pauses a moment to whip his dark shirt over his head before crossing the bed toward me.
“What do you want?” I say in a low voice, rising to meet him in the middle. The white cotton sheets are as soft as silk, and I grip his strong arms in both hands. “You want to fuck me?”
His eyes cloud with desire, and I turn around quickly, leaning my back against his bare chest. I drop my head onto his shoulder and grind my ass against his rock-hard dick.
“Fuck,” he growls, grasping my breasts in his large hands. Scratchy kisses tease the backs of my sensitive shoulders as he glides a large palm down my flat stomach. Two thick fingers plunge deep into my core, and I moan loudly.
“You’re so wet,” he groans.
“Fuck me hard,” I whisper. “Don’t be gentle.”
An animal sound fills my ears, and he lifts me quickly before lowering me firmly onto his lap, onto his cock. His sudden invasion is shocking and erotic, and I cry out from the pleasure tinged with pain. The back of my head is against his shoulder as he lifts and lowers me again, thrusting further into me.
I have to help. I rise on my knees and drop, sending him even deeper. A ragged groan coughs from his throat. “Jesus… So fucking good.”
His forehead is pressed to my back as he grips my hips, slamming me harder up and down his shaft. I feel a trickle of his sweat roll down the line of my back, and it’s as if I go into a trance.
The memory of his taste floods my senses, and it begins. Something more powerful than my will takes over. The hot pressure of my orgasm tightens low in my pelvis, but the drive of hunger burns hotter in my throat.
My jaw drops open, and I let out a long wail as my canines stretch from my gums. “Ahhh!”
It’s like fuel to his fire. He’s pumping harder, faster, and I fumble one hand to the back of his neck. His muscles are rippling and strong. Turning my head, he’s right at my mouth. I lick the sweat from his skin, but it’s not like before. His taste overwhelms me. I must have more.
Feed. The low voice of my demon